When the seconds turn into days; turn into weeks, turn into years
I'm losing track of the time.

On the cusp of 22; feeling black and blue, from the fights with a million voices
I'm losing track of my mind.

When the muscles in my face; begin to ache, from all the happiness I fake
It's just a matter time.

On the cusp of giving up; Lost in a sea of bad luck, nothing seems to ever be changing
It's just a matter of my mind.

I've learned to live with my broken heart
I can't even tell if it's falling apart
I guess... I've gotten used to it
I guess... I've gotten used to it